The clouds colored the sky gray and the rain it poured. It poured so ferociously, the wipers couldn’t keep up. I was glad it wasn’t me in the driver’s seat, but my shoulders tensed anyway.
We’d driven this route before, the two-hour trek is a familiar one. But this time it felt tense. And I don’t think it was only on account of the pouring rain.
It was just three of us in the car that day – a mom, a dad, and their youngest girl. My thoughts were fixed on parenting. How did my girl grow so quickly? She’s 19 now – and how is that even possible? Did I serve her well? Did I equip her to handle this big world? Is she going to be wishing her mama would have taught her more?
We checked into the hotel and the night was restless.
At just after 5 am the three of us were ready for the walk across the street to the hospital. We paused before we hit the door – my husband and I we each put an arm around our girl and he said a prayer for her. After the ‘amen’ was said we reached in and kissed her on her head, this mama took a deep breath, and we walked over to find admitting.
I knew my girl was going to be okay, but my shoulders tensed anyway.
I didn’t leave her side that night. I made my bed in the green, vinyl, reclining chair right next to her hospital bed. The night was restless.
We watched out the hospital room window as the rain continued to fall.
But then the hours passed and the sun began to shine. We checked out and headed for home. Gray gave way to blue and the sky was beautiful.
As we approached home I whispered a prayer. I thanked God for home, my beautiful girl and His beautiful sky.
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Jamie, I could feel your tension, feel the grayness, then the ray of Sonshine upon you.
I hope she is recovering well.
My daughter is sixteen and I have these same thoughts. The transition into adulthood feels surreal. You wrote this beautifully. Could feel the rains effect on your mood. Nice to meet you through Write it Girl!
My daughter is sixteen and I have these same thoughts. The transition into adulthood feels surreal. You wrote this beautifully. Could feel the rains effect on your mood. Nice to meet you through Write it Girl!
My daughter is sixteen and I have these same thoughts. The transition into adulthood feels surreal. You wrote this beautifully. Could feel the rains effect on your mood. Nice to meet you through Write it Girl!
The image of you making your bed in the green vinyl chair is just perfect. What us mothers do.
So glad you linked up. Love your words friend.
“Gray gave way to blue” this is absolutely perfect. so beautiful. glad it’s behind you all now
stopping by via Write-it, Girl and am so glad you linked up.
Gray gave way to blue….what grace!
Trust your daughter is well on her way to recovery.
Thank you for sharing a glimpse of that day with us!
My little girl will be 7 tomorrow and I feel it is already flying by. I have made my bed in the green vinyl chair too and prayed and worried as only a mother could and His grace was perfect. Thank you so much, I could totally feel your heart for your daughter in this. I came over from Write It Girl and I am so glad I did. Great job.
Oh, this was visceral. I felt your tension. Oh.
Is your daughter all right?
You really made me feel as though I was there with you. It’s amazing what a few well-placed words can do to someone. I pray your daughter is recovering from whatever ailed her.
God bless you.
Jamie, you’re a glorious woman with amazing talent… I’m so proud of you and your parenting accomplishment with our daughter.